Gob: Don't you find the timing of this meeting a little suspicious? Right before we play his company in softball?
Michael: No, no. Our business is in trouble, and I think he sees an opportunity. So, I figured the guy's a family man, why not invite him over and let him see us in our element.
Maeby: I hope you don't mean the whole family 'cause George Michael's off with Ann.
Michael: Ann? Hmm. That'll play well with Sitwell. "Where's your son?" "He's out with Ann." "Who's Ann?" "Don't ask me, I'm just the boy's father."
Gob: Hey, screw Sitwell! He comes in here telling us how to build our houses, how to raise our kids. We know what we're doing. We don't need any help from him. [closes refrigerator door] Damn it. This thing got pushed in again. Gonna need a butter knife.
Michael: That's what I'm talking about. George Michael's got these powerful little fingers. He should be here.